Do you think that I cannot sometimes read your thoughts ?" "Very often.

But you did not read them just then.

The tongue touches where the tooth aches, but the best dentist cannot guess at the tooth unless one open one's mouth .-- Basta! Can we offer you some wine of our own making, Mr.Dale ?--it is pure." "I 'd rather have some tea," quoth the parson, hastily.

Mrs.Riccabocca, too pleased to be in her natural element of domestic use, hurried into the house to prepare our national beverage.

And the parson, sliding into her chair, said,-- "But you are dejected then?
Fie! If there's a virtue in the world at which we should always aim, it is cheerfulness." "I don't dispute it," said Riccabocca, with a heavy sigh.